"Father's Day"

My dad Sargent Alfred B. Smith.

1943

This during WW2 in the segregated U.S. Army.

He fought the Nazi's anyway.

He's have fought the homegrown varieties now.

I dream of him I dream of my Dad.

I'm little playing on the floor.

He's above me sitting, and reading

It's always like this.

Well that, and at the beach.

Dad is carrying me.

 Because I was so afraid of seas shells.

Just my dad carrying me by the waves is what I remember.

I loved him

I miss him.